Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Wash And Brush Up x 2

One does want to look one's best , which is why both I and my bike were tidied up this week .
Predictably the whole thing worked better on the bike .  Only four months old , her after sales check involved her saddle bags being hoovered , tyres pumped up , chain oiled and being lightly polished with a chamois cloth . She gleams .

 I , on the other hand , having gone to the hairdresser rather than the bike shop , have only had a haircut  . I have polished my shoes , though , so there's a slight improvement overall even if I don't exactly dazzle .

Since Friend , YD and I are hoping to see the Hubert De Givenchy exhibition To Audrey With Love in Den Haag this weekend , I might even re-attach the top button on my coat . Still , Friend and YD will look their usual elegant selves and I'll be the Margaret Rutherford figure bringing up the rear . Perhaps if I hoover my capacious handbag and check for the odd fluffy peppermint ....  ?

7 comments:

Colette said...

My sweet bike is going on three years old. You have reminded me that she needs some love and attention. Have fun at the Givenchy exhibition with your friends.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Gawd, I could use MY tyres pumped up!

Molly Bon said...


Mental pictures forming here of a Hoover nozzle growling away in the deepest reaches of your handbag!

Joanne Noragon said...

Is that a little brave of a bike shop, to hoover deep in a customer's saddlebags.

lovethosecupcakes said...

Now there's an idea, a good buff up with a shammy (though in reality I need one of those industrial polishers).

Liz Hinds said...

Oh I think we'd get on well.

And don't be too hard on yourself, after all Bikey is only 4 months old, that's the equivalent of 6 months in human years. No, that can't be right. If a bike lasts for 10 years, say, and a human lives for 100, say, then that means one bike year is worth 10 human years so 4 months equals - oh I don't know. I should never have started this.

rachel said...

Margaret Rutherford..... pffff..... she was rather wonderful, wasn't she? I imagine that you are too, on your gleaming bike.

I hanker after a bike, but my knees twinge at the thought of it. Electric, maybe, to cope with the hilly bits - after all, you have to pedal to some degree to get the thing to move....